Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
life on Mars
Monday, September 28, 2015
Anyway, it was a surprise to see these friends. It was nice. Ming took them to this RV place to get the parts. I stayed here and typed up notes on the conference call.
We don't have good foods to feed these particular friends. They like meat. J likes rabbit. Ming and I went home-vegan (again, for me) and we don't have things J and his daughter would like to eat. That's an argument against our diet.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
I'm upset by a friend or former friend's bad behavior. It's been bothering me for days, and I don't know what to do. I told Ming yesterday that the only remedy for anger is exercise.
I reviewed a book I'd been needing to review. I have to find, read, and review a zine as well. I'm tired from getting up at 5:15. I'm cranky from unresolvable anger. I'm worried about the beans sticking to the bottom on the pot where there's an abrasion. They always stick there and burn a little. Otherwise the pot is great.
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Friday, September 25, 2015
Our friend King R came over and chopped veggies for Food Not Bombs. We talked. He drank coffee. It was good, and he has some fresh ideas for NDE.
Tonight there's a free concert we might go to. But we need to go to the post office, grocery shop, rest from yesterday's long drive.
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
it's happening in Soledad
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Monday, September 21, 2015
if you're ever in a jam here I am
Sunday, September 20, 2015
big bang theory
The dog is wild. The dog barks like crazy. He is not getting used to me or Ming. I think he may not be long for this house. Everyone's getting fed up. He has a lot of energy. He needs to be a ranch dog. But do ranches need more dogs?
"Hello, ranch. Do you need a problem dog?"
Mom also got a chocolate orange from the dollar store which Dad banged on the table to break. Mom said it was nostalgia factor because she got them for us when we were kids. I don't remember. But she thinks chocolate and orange don't go together. Ming thinks the combination is wrong wrong wrong.
Google knows it's my birthday and has a special doodle for me. It's cute. I've been drawing cartoon birds and playing cards with Mom. We played a game she won. It was hard for me to concentrate because a sit com I don't like was playing. But it has some good science jokes.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Friday, September 18, 2015
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Too much excitement. In the morning I made him breakfast and brought him coffee. In the afternoon I don't know what happened.
We had community dinner tonight. I hugged people goodbye because we're going on a trip. Our friend B made pesto. It was the best pesto I had ever tasted, so fresh and real.
I'm so tired. I ate the last of the ice cream--there was just a little at the bottom of the carton. I need to head back to bed because we leave tomorrow morning at 4:30.
Monday, September 14, 2015
live by the sword, die by the sword
Sunday, September 13, 2015
big cook, Burning Man, prepper dreams, lemons
Yesterday I got good mail including a letter my friend K wrote me while she was at Burning Man. I felt special.
I dreamt fitfully about prepping the first half of the night, trying to figure out who would shoot us and who wouldn't. In the morning I dreamt Ming gave me a lot of lemons and I was so happy.
I've been feeling negative and low energy and bad. But last night I made a call I was very nervous about to try to help a friend. The person I called was receptive to my request, and I'm glad. Good might come of it.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
my first and possibly last prepper meeting
We used to have a neighbor D who was into prepping and had a gun, but he said we were his family and cared for us. Then his girlfriend died and he moved away. That was in Sacramento.
Anyway, we went to a prepper meeting this morning, and it was all white people except us. Two guys said they were against Muslims. They talked about guns a lot. They talked about food a little bit, and amateur radio, and fire starting.
Overall I didn't want to be there, and as some peace loving interfaith vegetarian organizers, we simply did not belong.
Friday, September 11, 2015
So Ming and JR went to the ATM with JR's friend C who was being abrasive in the car, and I was hoping C didn't always act like that. "He's a kid," JR told me later.
"Just because he's a kid doesn't mean he's allowed to be mean," I said.
They dropped me off at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf and I said goodbye. But then I went to the Indian food restaurant next door instead.
It seemed new. I ordered my usual--malai kofta. It was pretty good but they served it strangely. I should have taken a picture for you. The rice was in a styrofoam to go container, and the malai kofta was in a round metal to go container. You know, sort of like a pie plate with crenelations. Not the smooth kind--the bumpy kind.
I wrote in my journal and wrote a letter to my friend M who lives in North Carolina. The guys were done at the ATM way faster than I thought they would be. They were unimpressed. Then we went to Ethiopian food, and I didn't eat because I was full from the Indian food.
In the evening Ming and G went to a peace vigil that never was. It was supposed to start at 6 at the federal building, but no one was there, so they gave up. Only one other person showed up. Maybe it was moved or canceled and no one announced it.
Thursday, September 10, 2015
This morning I served but felt jarred by all the people, so we skipped dishes. Then we peace vigiled, and Ming and I talked about why we vigil. He said to support our friends. I said to stand for something, and it's a spiritual practice of making myself vulnerable to hundreds of people while putting forth a peaceful message. But what if you're not sure you believe your own sign? I held PEACE is POSSIBLE today. Ming and I spoke of utopia.
And we sang like usual. Then we bought some cheapo produce at Mariana's. Then we came home and ate salad. Later we'll go to UNLV to the first day of their new farmers market, and Ming and JR will go to the Atomic Testing Museum, ATM for short.
Wednesday, September 09, 2015
I had some coffee this morning at Jiffy Lube and can feel it. I'm edgy and scattered. I thought coffee was supposed to help people get things done?
At therapy today we talked about therapy stuff. Setting boundaries, body image, stressors of late. Too many stressors. I need downtime.
Tuesday, September 08, 2015
Monday, September 07, 2015
vegan almond chicken
Then last week we got some zucchini in a food donation. So I decided to try to make some vegan almond chicken. I couldn't find a recipe that was like the one I had as a kid.
But I marinated some tofu and made something like this.
The best thing about it was the crunchable almonds on top. The worst thing about it was the way the tofu seemed kind of raw. It had a good flavor but not a good texture.
I ended up using yellow squash instead of zucchini (the recipe I link to above doesn't even have zucchini in it). I added mushrooms, which was a nice touch. I didn't dredge the tofu--I didn't broil the tofu. I just tried to saute it in earth balance--fail. I left too much of the marinade in, and it didn't saute really.
Overall I give the dish I made a solid C.
today thus far in a list
2. listening to Digable Planets from when I was young
3. enduring ailments--back pain, stopped up ear
4. drinking cold brew tea
5. vegan almond chicken daydreams
Sunday, September 06, 2015
like a teenager
New property-mates are here. There was a misunderstanding about who was supposed to be here when. I feel overwhelmed.
When we were in Sacramento, we copied all the Mother songs out of a Vedanta choir book, so today I'm doing the work of putting then in plastic sheet protectors, and then we'll need a binder. The music goes out to the edges of the pages, which is why we need sheet protectors at all.
Then we can sing the Mother songs like crazy.
Our friend is sad. I don't know if anything could console him. He is young and has his deposition tomorrow, which I know he's anxious about. He's frustrated with the world, wants to make a difference, doesn't know how.
Saturday, September 05, 2015
I got a beautiful purple and yellow bell pepper for a friend. Now I have to remember to bring it to her tomorrow morning.
Friday, September 04, 2015
I feel more comfortable now
It's cooling off at night, getting down into the 70s at night, but still hitting 100 in the days. Do you care about the weather? It affects me a lot, but I don't know how interesting it is to read about.
I was really enjoying this book Twelve by Twelve--then it got annoying. But I just broke through to another section of the book, so maybe it will shift and be good again.
Transcription awaits! But I don't want to stop listening to music.
Thursday, September 03, 2015
return to Veggie House
At 9 we went to peace vigil. It was good but we left before the prayer. I was ready to pray. I sang to myself a lot during the vigil, or to God, if God is interested.
Then we went to the FedEx store so I could print out the cover my bestie made for my new zine. I'm stoked. It printed perfectly.
Oh, I never told you I bought a typewriter yesterday, a $20 Smith Corona off someone on craigslist. It has problems. The return key gets stuck. I don't know what to do with it.
This morning Ming read the manuscript of the new zine and it made him cry. But he couldn't tell me why he was crying.
I'm hungry for lunch but we're picking up JR at 1 and going to Veggie House.
Wednesday, September 02, 2015
So I'm making some just for us right now, with enough for leftovers, and here's what's on the stove right now. I will dig in soon. I'm afraid I didn't cut the zest small enough. I ran out of patience.
half a red bell pepper chopped fine
two cups rice
the zest of one orange
three cups water
one cup orange juice
Tuesday, September 01, 2015
typing for the win
It was nice. I was in a little room not much larger than a closet. The typing was loud.
Then we came home and napped. Then I made blueberry peach smoothies.